It's me you seek in your songs
Who am I? You ask me
Without even having passed before your eyes
Strange feeling in your chest burns
Like lava from a glowing volcano
Like the ridge of a mountain
On a sunny afternoon
Your emerald green eyes do not see me
But your heart feels me
I'm not a ghost or smoke
I'm not a prophet or a believer.
I'm just the man who loves you.
And the love here declaims
In these transparent verses
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